Nightshift 30: F1-F10 Hallway.

[heartcrown.livejournal.com]

[ inside f7]

“What?” Kairi had been in the middle of getting off of the bed when she heard the announcement the head doctor made, surprise overtaking her face. Hadn’t the man on the radio been well known? Hadn’t he helped all kinds of people?

Her look of shock slowly turned into a sad frown as she moved across the room, not saying a word other than the “what?” she had muttered before. This place was so horrible –

Moving to her dresser, Kairi pulled open the doors in hope of perhaps finding another flashlight. What she found instead was something much better (in her opinion, anyway) and much more useful!

“Oh!” she exclaimed happily as she pulled the pink dress out of the wardrobe, a grin crossing her lips. It had been such a long time since she had seen the pink dress she usually wore, and to see it now just randomly sitting inside the large wardrobe was a pleasant surprise! Before she could really even think, she slowly began to change into the outfit, pausing once she was done to look down.

She looked like herself again! (Minus the bandages, anyway)

Pumping her fists, Kairi did a quick hair flip and let out a happy giggle.

Now all there was to do was wait for Axel.

After a few moments of waiting, Kairi decided that perhaps it would be better to wait in the hall. After all, nothing would happen ... and if something suspicious came, she'd just run back into the room.

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[a_sin_for_him]

What an interesting start to the night. Lust pulled out her curved blades as she listened, seeing no reason not to believe the man on the intercom.

She'd never much liked the man on the radio anyway. He hadn't truly helped, not in her opinion. Perhaps now the nights would be quieter, without their constant bickering back and forth.

Ah well. Lust had very specific plans this evening. She slipped out into the hallway, armed and prepared.

She was going to find Scar, one way or another.

[a_sin_for_him]

(to here)

F7

[bewarethecute.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/302754.html?thread=24370850#t24370850)]

Thankfully, Ururu was good at running, and the distance was short. She hadn't even lost her breath by the time she made it to Rukia's door.

But she hadn't been able to keep all of the tears away. It hurt so much, all of it. And though she was still trying hard, her face felt wet when she touched it.

Ururu didn't like this at all.

With unusual nervousness Ururu knocked on the door, rapidly seeking entrance, safety in the company of someone familiar.

[haiiro-no-chou.livejournal.com]

Rukia had taken a few minutes to lie down; her legs felt stiff and swollen from sitting all day long, so she thought that elevating them might help. She had even dozed off, not noticing Kairi's movements as she changed clothes and left the room. Ururu's knock on the door, though, woke her.

As quickly as she could manage, Rukia flicked on the flashlight and set it on her desk, then grabbed her katana and hobbled over to the door; she wasn't using that chair if she could get away with it. Blade held at the ready, but not so as to appear threatening, Rukia opened the door.

"Ururu! Are you all right?" she asked when she saw the wetness on the girl's cheeks. "Come on in."

F2

[pacifistcrush.livejournal.com]

At the very moment of the transition from day to night, Amelia felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. While the atmosphere of the place had made her feel a bit uneasy during the day, once night fell, the presence of evil made itself clearly known to the princess' senses. Yes, this was her Justice Sense telling her that all around her were wrongs in need of righting, victims in need of saving, and evil in need of smiting!

And that man on the intercom gave her the creeps. She didn't know who the "man on the radio" was, but here was a man confessing to killing another man in cold blood, without any hint of remorse! Was this the Head Doctor? Whoever he was, he was clearly a wicked human being - if he was a human.

When the intercom fell silent, Amelia realized that whatever light was illuminating her room until now had just disappeared. How very appropriate it was for beings who walked the path of darkness to dwell in literal darkness as well!

As more of a reflex than anything, Amelia immediately began casting a light spell. "Lighting!" The ball of light which formed in her hand was not as strong as she would have liked, but it was more than enough to let her see what was around her. Did this mean the magic seal placed on her was already beginning to weaken? It would have been delightful news if Amelia didn't already know that even a weakened seal could still take months, even years to fully undo.

It would still be some time before Zelgadis arrived to meet her, so she decided to explore her room a bit until then. With the ball of light hovering over her shoulder, Amelia began poking around in her closet and dresser drawers, just to see what was there.

Re: F2

[accursed-rock.livejournal.com]

Zelgadis was pleased to have made it to Amelia's room without incident. He knocked politely on the door, prepared to knock it down if any sign of danger appeared.

Perhaps their next stop should be the bathrooms-- Hughes had mentioned that the "plumbing" inside them would provide pipes, which was a decent alternative to a sword under the circumstances.

"Amelia?"

F9

[kagurazuki.livejournal.com]

Kagura felt anxious as the nurses led her back to her room as night approached. It all seemed very surreal. Like a dream she might wake up from at any moment. The curse wasn't in effect anymore and Hatori seemed to be working for this place. Why that was, she couldn't say for sure, but maybe the one was linked to the other?

Either way, she was glad to be able to help, even if it was just a little bit. Leon and Javert and Ren had helped her through her first night and she just hoped that this next one would pass a little easier.

Re: F9

[officer-leon.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/304693.html)]

Leon knocked lightly on the door, then eased it open. "Kagura?" he asked. "It's Leon..."

[kaerutokoro.livejournal.com]

Finding relief in Mion's safety did little for Rena's need to hunt down the one responsible for her friend's "operation", but the girl decided to be patient. It was not in her best interest to be careless and lose the opportunity to strike. Thus, during dinner, Rena put on her best face for the nurses, eating and conversing as if no trouble existed in the world. Enough for them to believe she had had a change of heart.

A change of heart indeed, only it would be another heart in the most literal, bloody sense.

Her inquiry at the bulletin board had proved fairly fruitful. She at least knew there was a pattern to the doctors in charge of the experiments: they all hid their faces and spoke in a distinctive voice. Perhaps the latter was more contextual, but nevertheless, Rena had something to work on. As soon the patients were escorted to their respective rooms, she placed all the notes in her journal, hoping to take a moment tomorrow to decrypt them.

For now, there was night to attend to.

The girl was preparing for her assignment for the Arts and Crafts Club when the Dr. Landel's voice came over the intercom; however, the only reaction she made to the news of the Radio Man's death was to pull the radio out of her overcoat pocket and toss it aside. Their personal grudge was nothing more than a distraction at this moment. Maybe she would regret the man's murder later on, but now there were other matters to attend to.

Shoving 28 pens into the first available pocket and her pillowcase in another, the red head slipped out of the room and into hallway. She delivered a simple farewell to Amelia before closing the door. Other nights, Rena might have made sure her roommate had protection, but considering her track record with the club, she wanted to make the rendezvous in a timely fashion. It would be horrible if she let Sora and this Leon Magnus down [again].

Without pause, she ran down the hall.

[kaerutokoro.livejournal.com]

F8

[ontheabyss.livejournal.com]

Once again, Lyta found herself waiting in her room when night came. It seemed like she was always waiting now. God, she hated waiting.

She wasn't entirely surprised by the announcement of death and murder over the intercom. She'd seen too many personal battles like that before, and almost each and everyone had ended in messy death. It was just how the world worked.

Still, she supposed it sucked.

Sighing, the telepath stretched out on her bed with her hands behind her head, waiting for Fox.

Re: F8

[prisonerofdeath.livejournal.com]

[[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/304409.html?view=24431129#t24431129)]]

Fox paused for a moment at Lyta's door to knock out of habit before letting himself in. He did not want to be attacked by a monster right outside her door, and he'd been ambushed in such locations before.

"Lyta."

He was unusually tired, and the bed looked tempting... but there was work to be done tonight.

[meironohosoku.livejournal.com]

Once back in her room, Hanyuu sat on her bed and anxiously awaited night to fall. It seemed strange to be taken back to the patient blocks when they were just going to be let out again a few minutes later, but there wasn't much she could do about that. At least she'd be able to get her flashlight before going back out into the halls.

The spirit didn't have too long to wait either, as the Doctor's voice came over the intercom... and he claimed to have killed the man on the radio. She had completely forgotten about the radio man (although given what all had happened the previous night, she had an excuse for that). She had been planning to ask Rika what she thought about him, but... it looked like that didn't matter anymore.

"Auauu," Hanyuu murmured, hopping off the bed to retrieve her flashlight. If the Head Doctor could kill the radio man, were the patients next? Mion had already been tortured, so murder didn't seem too unlikely...

Shaking her head, Hanyuu left her room and started quickly down the hall. She couldn't give up now. Her friends were alive and that had to mean something. Right now, the important thing was finding Rika.

[meironohosoku.livejournal.com]

F6

[hamenleai.livejournal.com]

Shana felt Valyn's magelight flicker to life the moment darkness fell over the institute. Grabbing her torch and her crystal to tuck in her robe pocket, she headed for the door, slipping out in the hall beyond and following the melody of Valyn's magic.

Re: F6

[hamenleai.livejournal.com]

[Going here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/304693.html?thread=24430645#t24430645)]

F10

[transgenix.livejournal.com]

The man on the radio is dead. I killed him - stabbed him six times in the chest.

Max stood frozen in the middle of her room, having been halfway to the door. Her crowbar was in one hand, her radio tucked in one pocket of her robe, the flashlight in the other.

Jack was dead.

She'd only met him in person the once, but last night's encounter was still so vivid in her memory. Unconsciously, she raised her hand to brush her fingertips against her lips, feeling the sudden pang of loss. So quickly, and stated so bluntly, and just like that, the man was gone.

"Dammit!" she cursed angrily, her expression twisting into one of fury and frustration at the loss. She slammed her crowbar against the wall, denting the plaster and sending white powder and particles showering outwards.

Then her expression hardened, her jaw clenching. She started towards the door once again, steely resolution in her dark gaze. If she hadn't had enough reason to want to seek the head doctor out before, she had more than enough now.

Re: F10

[transgenix.livejournal.com]

[Going here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/302754.html?thread=24953506#t24953506)]

F1

[rope-victim.livejournal.com]

Miku decided she really needed to stop listening to the feeling in her chest. She sat in the dark after Lust left without saying anything (as per their usual, Miku hadn't said anything either), thumbing the shutter of her camera.


"The man on the radio is dead. I killed him - stabbed him six times in the chest." The words chilled Miku; she'd just met him. She'd kissed him (which was a bigger deal to her than it would be to some), and now...

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea that Sagara and Alfons and Ritsuka were her friends. What if her bad luck rubbed off on them (more than it had) and they died too?

Worse yet, the tattoos had bloomed across her skin with the same kind of terrible spiking pain that had come with their original touch. Miku doubled over and clutched at her bedsheets, keeping her cry of pain muffled as best she could. This was the worse, it really was! Miku sat up after a long moment and took a picture of herself.

The red marks were just as painful looking as they felt. The sudden burst of light from the flash made Technicolor dots dance in before her eyes. Beside her, she flicked on her flashlight. It was dim, but. It would do, for now.

With nothing better than to await the appearance of Sousuke or her other friends, Miku fell asleep.

Re: F1

[uruz-vii.livejournal.com]

[Running in from here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/304693.html?thread=24508981#t24508981)]

Sousuke sprinted full-out, ignoring the shadows he could have hid in in favor of speed, and ran down the hallway. F10, F9, F8...

If you don't use it, they'll catch me, play with my body, and kill me! Do you want that?!

"No... I don't...!" Sousuke gasped, gripping his head.

Lambda Driver? What is that?!

Unable to answer.

Al! Answer!

Unable to answer.

Sousuke put his shoulder to the door and it burst open. Miku was on her bed, motionless.

"HINASAKI!" Sousuke shouted, running over to her and gripping her shoulders. "Get a hold of yourself! Wake up, wake UP!" He shook her.

[bond-off-lame.livejournal.com]

[From here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/302754.html?thread=24461986#t24461986)]

"... What are you wearing?"

As per his nature, Axel found it necessary to comment about, what would people think, as the most obvious thing about a person he could see. In this case, the redhead found himself squinting at the sight of the shockingly pink outfit that was currently trying to eat Kairi alive.

Part of him wondered if it had been safe to approach the other redhead, but the bandages wrapped about her was enough to hint him that they were pretty much on the same boat when it came to their clothes. In the end he gave a shrug before taking a step forward, grinning widely as he outstretched his gloved hand to her.

"Anyway, let's get you out of here, okay?"

[heartcrown.livejournal.com]

“What do you mean what am I wearing?” Kairi quipped back, turning to look at Axel with a quirked eyebrow. “I found it in my closet! – Oh! And you have your coat back. ... And you question me on my clothes.”

She took a step forward as Axel moved closer, a grin on her own face. She had seen someone walk into her room and she suspected it was for Rukia, so she paid no mind to the matter. The girl appeared to be a child, anyway.

“That sounds good to me,” Kairi’s grin faded into a warm smile as she reached out to take Axel’s hand with her own, her grasp soft.

F9

[traitors-smile.livejournal.com]

[[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/302754.html?thread=24514466#t24514466)]]

Gin tried to put his brief conversation with Momo from his mind. Why she'd felt the need to approach him in the first place was beyond him. Half of what she said seemed like gibberish anyway. It was an annoyance, but it was in hte past now, so there was nothing to be done for it.

Ran wasn't difficult to find and he wondered if she'd actually taken the 'night off' to heart. He half expected to see her sleeping like a log when he came in. As it was, he rapped a few times on the door before pushing it open. "Ne, Ran-chan? Hope y'don't mind a lil' company."

Re: F9

[fuyunohanabi.livejournal.com]

It had come back. As soon as night fell (or as best she could tell anyway), the tattoo appeared, burning across her skin like a thousand needles being stabbed into her flesh. And with it came the guilt which washed over her. Why hadn't she realised? Why hadn't she been able to protect her captain, or Hinamori or Kira? Her friends had been hurt because she hadn't been more vigilant. And Ururu now...

She gritted her teeth and forced the feelings down, although they wouldn't leave so easily. She was glad that she'd decided to take the night off. She wasn't in any state to be a commander.

She looked up sharply when Gin knocked and stepped inside, managing to smile at him. "Gin. Of course not," she said, leaning back against the wall.

[F3]

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/302754.html?thread=24981922#t24981922)]

The Gambler did not bother knocking as he opened the door to F3, but he called out with the most caring and soothing voice someone like him could conjure. "Naminé, peanut," he spoke, peering into the darkness of the room. "Are you here, sweetie?"

He needed to speak with her. That damned princess wouldn't take her away, she couldn't. Not while he was around...

[angels-inflight.livejournal.com]

Naminé didn't have any plans to go out that night, since she had no one to go with. She wondered if her roommate, if she ever got a new one, would have some idea of what to do, or even let her tag along, but the room was just as empty when she stepped back in it.

Maybe they had noticed her curse and decided to have her room with no one. It made sense from their viewpoint, as Naminé's misfortune of having people she knew disappear was probably depriving them of valuable patients, but the thought only made her more depressed.

So did the news of the death of the radio man, which came to her first on the Intercom. Naminé had kept her radio on, hoping that this news wasn't true, but when the radio did turn on, it was to play what Naminé assumed was some kind of tribute. And then... another person?

He wasn't working alone, it seemed. Naminé decided that if nothing else, she would wait and see if 'Jill' would provide any more hints. But as luck would have it (quite literally), someone decided to pay her a visit.

"Luxord?" She could not forget that voice. So he wasn't mad at her for earlier! ... Not that he could be mad, to begin with, but the Gambler was still good at expresses disdain for people he didn't like.